HEY Y'ALL, I made it to Kentucky, and here I am!

FIRST off, I'd like to open by saying I'm having a hard time finding things to hate in Kentucky. I am absolutely in love with everything about it. the land is beautiful, the people are courteous and kind, the weather is the only downside right now.

I've already met some amazing people and i know i'll meet more once classes start.

So here I am! I'm sitting right now in cherry hall, which for those of you who DON'T attend western, is at the very top of the hill. My dorm is at the bottom. This provides for some not fun times.

18. I HATE HILLS.

Who decides to build a college on a hill anyway? Someone who wants to inflict torture onto his or her students? Sounds like it.

so my schedule is something like, on Mondays and Wednesdays I have one class in the mass media building, which is right by my dorm, and two in cherry hall. the two that I have in cherry hall are an hour and 15 minutes apart. I hate waiting. what am I supposed to do this whole time? that's where I am now, granted it's only day 1, but I know already I'm going to get bored every Monday and Wednesday when I have to do this.

honestly it's not that big of a deal. but I have to hate SOMETHING!

cherry hall is the original building on campus, which means it's OLD. it's very old and not very air conditioned. this is an amazing combination in 100 degree weather, believe me. WHY IS IT SO FREAKING HOT IN KENTUCKY?!?!?!? THATS NOT RIGHT!!!! THATS TORTURE!!! ack, its so hot.

plus heat + amylynne

SO NOT COOOL!!!!!!!!

hey guys! I'm here in little rock, arkansas on a cross-country road trip from los angeles to bowling green, kentucky where I'll be attending college. it's been a loooong week and i am so happy we're almost there! I'm also happy because this hotel has FREE INTERNET!

speaking of the road trip...

have you ever spent an extended amount of time in a automobile? have you ever slept in/on something other than a bed? if you answer yes to one or both of those questions, then you can relate to the thing I HATE today.

17. I HATE SLEEPING IN THE CAR.

this trip, I've driven less than half of it but more than a quarter of it. i'm fine with driving. I enjoy it. the only problem is once I hit about 5 hours of driving, I begin to fall asleep at the wheel. this is NOT good and i always have to wake myself up a bit with music or coffee or something. anyway. thats another story.

when I'm not driving, either my mom or my sister is. my sister, emily, has driven more than mom has so far. here's the problem with emily driving: she's a new driver. as in, she doesn't have her license yet. just a permit. so driving with her... is scary. to say the least.

(sidenote: I recognize that driving with me is scary too. I'm looking at you, miller family. i get it.)

i can't sleep when emily is driving because it's too jerky and mom and emily are constantly talking between themselves. i can put music in, but the jerkiness is still there. i CAN sleep when mom is driving. it's delightful. but there's a problem: EVERY TIME I SLEEP IN THE CAR SOMETHING GOES WRONG.

perhaps it's the awkward positioning of the seat. maybe i just shouldnt sleep in the car. but oh gosh.

sometimes i wake up and all my limbs are asleep. that's always fun because then as you move around and things wake up, it's pins and needles for about 4 hours. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW ANNOYING THAT IS?!?! and you can't get out and walk it off!!! you're stuck in a car, in the backseat of a toyota camry, STRANDED!! AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THE PERIL YOU'RE IN!! NO ONE WILL PULL OVER FOR YOU! EVERYONE JUST TELLS YOU TO GET OVER IT BUT HEY I CANT GET OVER IT JUST AT THE SNAP OF A FINGER!!! I CANT EVEN SNAP MY FINGERS WHEN THEYRE ASLEEP OR PINS AND NEEDLES!!! I JUST NEED SOME HELP, PEOPLE!!!!

sometimes i wake up and i have drooled. i don't like to talk about that.

sometimes i wake up and we've already arrived at our destination and everyone has left me in the car while it's 100 degrees and humid outside and they check into the hotel and leave me asleep in the car. this is no fun. seriously guys?!?!?! SERIOUSLY?!!?! YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE YOUR FIRSTBORN IN THIS HOT STUFFY MISERABLE CAR WHILE YOU GO CHILL OUT IN A HOTEL WITH THE CAR KEYS IN THE AIR CONDITIONING??!?! SO NOT COOOL!!!!!!!! thats never happened to me though. so its okay.

the best part of sleeping in the car is when i put music in and an album starts and i wake up just as the album is ending. then i know how long i've slept. it's glorious. it happened to me today with Coldplay's "Viva la Vida", I remember the first two songs and then all the sudden i wake up and it's track 9. AWESOME. FREAKING AWESOME.

well thats all for today folks. tomorrow nashville! and then saturday is KENTUCKY!!! yeeeeeeee!!

DUH I'M AT SHANNA'S!!!

I have a bad tendency to miss my parent's curfew.

before I was 18, my curfew was always 10pm. the city i live in has the RIDICULOUSLY EARLY 10pm curfew, and my mom being the law abiding citizen that she is, made me stick to it. for the two years that i was driving before i turned 18, I HAD to be home by 10. bad things would happen if i wasn't. and i didn't want to risk those bad things happening. so i obliged, and i was home every night by 10.

16. I HATE EARLY CURFEWS.

I turned 18 this past may and one thing i was looking forward to the most was a later curfew. my curfew quickly became 11, on occasion 12, and even 10 sometimes, but i still felt like i had more freedom.

as time went on this summer i started getting later and later and eventually gave up on making curfew altogether, and needless to say, my parents weren't and still are not entirely thrilled about it. i like that i can stay out (relatively) as late as i want or need - and if something's happening, i'll still clear it with my parents. for instance, tonight we're going iceblocking and we'll be out late and i have it cleared already with them.

the only place i'm ever at is shanna's house since i basically live there now. my parents know that full well. i am ALWAYS THERE. there's nowhere else i would be! regardless, one night i got home to chaos.

it was about 12:30 and i was supposed to be home around 11. I closed and locked our front door, turned around, and there were both my parents looking ready to tear me in half.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO!!!!!!!!!!!" they cried. "WHERE WERE YOU? WHY WERE YOU GONE SO LATE?! YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED!!!!!! ARE YOU ON DRUGS????? SIT DOWN!! TURN THE LIGHT ON!!! WHY ARE YOUR EYES SO DILATED!!!!?? HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING OR SMOKING?!!!?!?! AMYLYNNE TELL US THE TRUTH!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED US!!1 NO DRINKING AND DRIVING!?!!!?11/1.1.1?!>!"

the funny thing about this was:
1. i had not been drinking, nor on drugs.
2. i was with SHANNA. the most godly person i know. shanna would drop kick me to russia if i ever drank or smoked or did drugs or anything around her. she would kill me! in the nicest way possible of course. she'd kill me with love or smething. but i'd still die.
3. my eyes are dilated because it was dark outside!!

i later found out they used a program on my iphone to TRACK ME DOWN, AND LO AND BEHOLD MY PHONE WAS AT SHANNA'S HOUSE!!!! and since i NEVER go ANYWHERE without my phone, then DUH I'M AT SHANNA'S!!!

you guys have no idea. i feel like shanna's family would disown me if i was on drugs or something. especially if it happened at THEIR HOUSE. shanna's mom would probably kick me out. and i'd have nowhere to go. it would just be a really bad situation. WHAT MOTIVATION WOULD I HAVE TO BE ON DRUGS AT SHANNA'S?!?!!?!? i love the time i spend with shanna. i'm pretty sure i dont want to inhibit that with drugs or alcohol.

shanna and i had a good laugh about it later. but seriously parents, I'm not gonna get high or drunk with shanna. never in a thousand years.

parents. sheesh.

I WANNA PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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drabble - july 25, 2010


have you ever tried to play a sport you absolutely suck at?

perhaps you're amazing at all sports like my best friend is. shanna can play ANY sport and kick butt playing it. I often have wished for that talent. usually I am the one on the sidelines cheering on the team, or the one in P.E. who got hit in the face with the ball and lost the game for my team because of it.

but regardless,
15. I HATE SUCKING AT SPORTS!

this past winter I joined the girl's basketball team at my high school. since the school was so small, pretty much anyone could get on the team, so i was confident i'd make it. i'm not sure what came over me - probably the fact that i was a senior and this was probably the last time i'd ever be able to put a sports uniform on and call myself part of a team - but regardless, there i was. the tall, large, very white girl on the team. the one other senior was shorter and thinner and faster than me. the rest of the team was the same way. but i was proud to be on the team.

i remember my first game. we played a jewish school (we were a christian school. YAY THIS ALREADY SOUNDS FUNNY RIGHT?!!!?!?!?!?) my coach put everyone else on the team in at one point or another during the game except me. by the end of the third quarter we were miserably losing and i was getting kind of bummed because i wasn't getting to play. I knew the other girls were better than me, but i still had this mentality of like, I WANNA PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY you know like a 6 year old? yep. so the 3rd quarter had about 4 minutes left when all the sudden i hear my coach.

"AMYLYNNE.......
GO IN..................."

possibly the greatest three words of my life.

i stood to the challenge. "this is it!" i thought. "this is my chance!" i knelt by the staticians table, ready to go in. BAM! whistle called and the play was over. THIS IS IT! i felt like a star! i met my teammates on the court and i was filled with nervous excitement. this was my very first experience with sports in an actual game. sure, i'd had practices, but nothing could have prepared me for the actual game. the opposing jewish team took the ball down the court, right into my defense zone, and i knew what i had to do.

i took one step toward her. I was expecting this little skinny dark haired girl to cower in my menacing blonde tall presence. but no! she kept going! shocked, I threw my hands up to prevent the shot i knew was imminent.

one,
two,
three.

she took the shot.

my arms shot into the air, desperate to block that ball from making it into the hoop

but i was too late and the shot was made.

i remember the swish. i remember her loud jeering in my ear. i remember the foul word she called me in her native tongue. i was still bigger than her, but she was better than me. we both knew it.

dejected, I stood there for a second and collected my thoughts. I heard the whistle of the referee, and it didn't register that i was being taken out of the game. WHY MEEEEEEEEE i wanted to cry. WHY WASNT THAT GIRL AFRAID OF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! everyone's afraid of me! at least, everyone off the court.

I learned a valuable lesson that day. not everyone is afraid of me, organized sports add nothing to society and life in general because they are of the devil, and i needed to work on jumping to block balls.

NOTHING IS GOOD!!

sometimes you have to wonder, why was *insert food item* invented? and there's never really a good answer to the question, is there? nope.

i'm not sure who, but the person who decided to pluck tomatoes off their vines and eat them, and the person that enjoyed them must seriously have something wrong in their brain. 

14. I HATE TOMATOES.

seriously? what's good about a tomato? NOTHING! it's BRIGHT RED, for one. such an attention whore! "look at me, bright red, eat me!!" it says. no! dont do it! dont succumb to the peer pressure of the horrid tomato!! 

secondly, tomatoes have the most repulsive seeds i have ever encountered in my 18 years of life on planet earth. there is just absolutely nothing good about those seeds. they're watery, greenish, gross disgusting things!! i can barely think about them without wanting to throw up! how GROSS IS THAT!!

third, the texture of tomatoes are again repulsive. from the outside, you'd think it'd be hard inside, BUT NO!! IT'S NOT HARD! IT'S GROSS AND MUSHY AND SEEDY AND WET AND RED AND MUSHY AND GROSS!! WHAT'S GOOD ABOUT THAT? NOTHING!! NOTHING IS GOOD! SO GROSS!!

tomatoes are satan's gift to humanity. they're even red, like satan. people throw them at things and they explode nicely. because they are from SATAN. i'm telling you. when you have kids, dont feed them tomatoes. or explain the evils of the tomato before seeing if they like them. tomatoes should be outlawed. and tomato farmers should be forced to burn their crops and grow potatos or grapes or something. because tomatoes are vile and DISGUSTING AND GROSS!!!

i hate tomatoes soo much.